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Guess Who's NOT Coming to Guest Star!

Chad's POV

I stormed into Marshall's office, determined to get rid of Jackson Tyler once and for all! And in a manner dramatic enough to be on Mackenzie Falls. Maybe he could fall off a cliff! Or get lost in a mysterious ballooning accident. Or duel with an evil twin brother (if it's even possible for there to be a more evil version of him) and lose! The possibilities are endless!

"…Chad? What are you doing in here?" asked Marshall, looking confused as always. The guy has the IQ of – well, Jackson Tyler. Obviously Jackson isn't smart, because if he was, he would have never come to So Random! and tried to take away my Sonny.

"Jackson Tyler has to go. He can't be here. Get rid of him." The words poured out of my mouth, but I quickly stopped them before the next, ahem, private ones came out. 'He's going to steal my Sonny! I can't let him do that!' and so on.

Marshall swallowed nervously. "Well, you see, Chad, I can't really do that. He's – uh – well, like I said, we need the ratings."

"So? Get someone else! He's not the only one who can boost ratings, you know!" There had to be some way to get rid of him.

"But…no one on such short notice. We have to have a sketch this week. And he's already learned the script, and his chemistry with the cast is so great…" Okay. That was taking it too far. 'Chemistry with the cast'??? Nuh uh. No chemistry allowed.

"I'm sure you can find someone! Heck, I'll do it!" What? Well, that was unexpected. But if it gets rid of that jerk…

"I'm sorry, Chad, but we've already done articles for magazines and had commercials…it's just too late." He must have seen the livid expression on my face, because he quickly added, "I'm so, so sorry. Maybe you'd like to guest star next week?"

"No. I wouldn't. I would like to guest star this week. I would like Jackson Tyler to be off of So Random!. I would LIKE to be taken SERIOUSLY AROUND HERE! I WOULD LIKE TO GET WHAT I WANT!!" What started off calmly and rationally ended with me screaming at Marshall. I don't even know how it happened. Apparently Marshall, who was quivering in his chair, didn't know either.

"Chad, I can't. I'm so – so very sorry. I – I – I need to go!" And with that, he rushed out of the room in a panicked and clammy state, clearly afraid of being yelled at again.

I couldn't believe it. I had been refused. Rejected. Snubbed. Rebuffed. Even though I, Chad Dylan Cooper, the greatest actor of our generation, had asked – well, demanded, but same thing – for something and been denied. This was new. This was strange. This was terrifying. Is that what it is to be normal? To be forced to conform to the orders of others, and not getting what you want? If so, I'm glad I'm not normal. I'm the one who gives the orders. And Marshall (along with the rest of the world) is supposed to follow them. I couldn't believe that I, Chad Dylan Cooper, had not gotten what I wanted.

Sonny's POV

After Chad practically forced me into my dressing room, I figured that I would spend some time working on the sketch. It's a fantastic sketch, and not only because Jackson Tyler's in it! He was going to play the "Hot EMT," and I was going to be obsessed with him. Not too hard, right? And they called it acting. Tawni was unbelievably jealous, but she didn't mind as much now as she might have once. Instead of her being envious, annoyed, or angry with me, the situation had been flipped.

After the incident in Jackson's dressing room, Tawni had been going on and on, seemingly nonstop. It had originally been about Jackson, and how amazing he was. Which he was, don't get me wrong. He was – well, gorgeous. And he seemed nice. And…well, honestly, I didn't know him that well. He was concerned that I was "sick." But I never got what Tawni really saw in him. I wondered if what Chad told me about Jackson was true. It came from Chad, so that was both reason to trust and distrust it. I didn't know what to think. Jackson seemed a bit selfish. It could be true. But Tawni surely would have heard of it if it was true. So maybe it wasn't. I couldn't decide.

Back to the point, though – after Tawni had finished (or rather, paused) telling me about Jackson's numerous charms and other attractive qualities, she started in on me about Chad. Please. Like I would ever like him. Nope, never gonna happen. But she spent ages telling me that I already did, and furthermore, that he liked me back. Which is even more ridiculous.

"Sonny, you know he likes you! He practically told us today!" Tawni tried to convince me.

"What? He did? When?" Okay, so maybe it worked. Give a girl a break. What other reaction am I supposed to have when I'm told that Chad Dylan Cooper (gasp!) admitted to crushing on me?

"Uh, hello? Weren't you there during that conversation? 'You and I are, like, BFFs! I wish I was your BF! We practically are going out! We hang out all the time. You're my favorite member of So Random!'" she said in a high-pitched voice that was evidently supposed to represent Chad's. Tawni illustrated it by making quotes in the air with her fingers.

"Okay, I was there, but I'm positive that he didn't say half of those things." Not even if I wished he would. Which I didn't, of course.

"Oh, sure. Don't you always brag about 'knowing people'? How can you not know what he meant that whole time? Chad was all – touchy feely with you! He had his arm around you. For guys, that means marking territory. And he was practically telling Jackson to back off! Not that Jackson was listening. Ugh. What does he see in you? I have to get him to fall in love with me!" Tawni pouted in dismay, brought back full circle to her original topic of conversation.

I stopped paying attention once she started about Jackson's hair. Sure, the guy was cute, but there were only so many things to say about him. Besides, I was now faced with a more pressing thought – was what Tawni had said about Chad true? Surely not…although I had felt him pull me closer when we were standing together. And he had been extremely adamant that I stay away from Jackson. What if he was telling Jackson to stay away from me? I wasn't sure if that made me happy or upset. I was extremely confused.

Chad's POV

Fine. Marshall could be that way. I didn't need to kick off Jackson. I could win Sonny all on my own! Let Jackson stay, so he could witness my triumph. Oh, yes. Look out, Sonny. Chad Dylan Cooper is on his way. He came. He saw. And he was going to conquer.

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